Bella was definitely not yet certified to handle as something as deadly as a venemous tentacula bite, but the healers had insisted that she be there to witness the proper treatment and handling of such a life-threatening bite. There were few magical plants whose effects could be so deadly, leading the young intern to wonder if the well-dressed young lady had even really been bitten by one. While the healers worked to clean the bitten area and mix the paste involved, Bella stood on the other side of the hospital bed with a checklist (along with patient information) in hand.

"Uneasiness?" she breathed, taking a quick glance up at Miss Shinnick. "Check. Definitely check." The healers didn't even seem to look over the checklist (which, seeing how detailed it was, was appalling to her), but she assumed they'd just dealt with this sort of injury enough to know it by heart. "Do tell me Miss Shinnick, did you come here immediately, or did you attempt a treatment before you came here?" That would definitely affect the severity of her symptoms—and the likelihood of her survival.